Mental note

[Wednesday]

so I thought meg had a really good idea with the putting parts of the storys here just in case. so that's what i'm doing here.

[Wednesday]

This was the end of the line. The deathly red had now reached my face and once it enters my eyes that’s it. I guess it was a good life while it lasted. I won’t scream like the others. I’m so thankful for Zach, I just wish I wasn’t leaving him to fend for himself. He would be my one regret. I never got to see him with my own two eyes, I won’t ever get to put a face to that voice. If I could cry so near death I would, but it seems I can’t. Plus I don’t want to give the bloods the satisfaction.. They were the reason I would never see him, they were the reason he would die in this place just like I would.
I became suddenly filled with rage and I tried to move but could not. I felt my death creep faster with my rage. “NO!” I hissed, but nothing came from my lips.
With my last stream of senses I heard, saw, and felt a few things before taking my last breath.
The first was a loud crash, the sound of angry voices, and the click of my cell door opening. The second was the blurred vision of a dark figure in the doorway that faded in seconds. My breathing accelerated and I choked unable to get any air. I felt myself being lifted. It was as if I was light as a feather, but so limp that I was heavy.
Then last but not least I felt fire. I don’t remember ever being told of feeling fire as you die but it was fire none the less. It started at my lips then quickly spread engulfing my entire being.

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The kiss of Death. Have you ever wondered where the phrase came from? I may not know where the original came from but it is possible it came from the humans interaction with the Mental. In particular the hungry ones. Just like a blood we will go into a frenzy when we go for to long with out feeding. The fastest way for a blood to feed is through a kiss. This usually causes the preys death. Hence ‘the kiss of death.’
By the time I realized what was happening I couldn’t stop myself, not that I wanted too. My lips were pressed against someone else’s, my arms were locked around there neck and I was drain what essence I could consume.
After a few moments hands gripped my shoulders and pushed me down into the floor disconnecting our contact.
“Damn it Sam,” A familiar voice said, “Are you trying to kill me?”
My eyes flashed open seeing the deep brown hair that curled around his head. The squareness of his jaw that fit him so well. The light stubble against his cheeks and the dazzling steel gray eyes that stared down at me so intently. “Zach?” I said weakly.
“Who else in this place would be capable of saving you just in time,” He said with a smile that nearly melted my insides. “And now I would like to gain some energy of my own,,, as payback for saving you.”
I gave him a confused look. “What do you mean? You should have gotten something from…” My voice trailed off as I realized what was going on. In seconds I was on my feet and in the corner of the room, as far away from him as I could possibly be. “Your…you’re a blood?” I said in panic and rage. “But you were trapped in here and I told you… everything… I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it or not I am.” Zach said, he didn’t seem as proud of it as a normal blood would. He stepped towards me and I pushed myself closer to the wall. “You never asked, so that is your own fault. Besides you never would have talked to me knowing what I was.” He stepped closer again.
“Stay back,” I hissed at him. He stopped.
“Is this the thanks I get for saving your life, for being your only friend in this hell hole?” Zach said. “I think I deserve more then that.”
Everything was crashing down around me. How could the one person that I confided in, be part of something I hated so much? How could the one person I loved be my enemy.
“Look,” Zach said running a hand through his hair. “As far as I’m concerned you just fed off me, not intentionally but you did. Plus every moment I’m with you it will be the same thing. I thing I deserve compromise. You feed off me I feed off you?”
I looked at him as if he had just told me to jump into a pit of acid. I really wasn’t sure though. I mean he had been my only companion for the last two months, he had returned my hope, and somehow, just by talking to him, I had fallen for him. However, by all accounts he was my enemy.
Seeing my hesitation he continued toward me slowly. Once in front of him he lifted his hand and rested it against my cheek. The same fire from the kiss rose up at his touch. “Sam, you know me. You can trust me.”
I looked into those steely eyes and he saw what I could not say. Very gently he slid his arm around my waist pulling him into him. He pushed my hair off my shoulder and lowered his face to my neck. I couldn’t speak… I couldn’t move.
His lips grazed my neck line softly sending warm chills down my spine, then more gentle then I ever thought possible from his kind he bit into my neck and began to drink. I gasped silently.
I will admit that it did hurt, but at the same time it sent an overwhelming feeling through my body. I didn’t know how to react to it, or even if I liked it or not. Zach didn’t give me long enough to decide. The next thing I knew he had retracted his teeth from my skin and pulled his head back to look at me.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, probably from the confused look on my face. Of course there was something wrong. I just let a Blood drink from me! Just let him. And… I liked it… I wasn’t entirely sure.
“Nothing…” I whispered shaking my head a little. “It was just different then I expected it to be…” I was avoiding his gaze now. I didn’t know what was going on with me and I didn’t want him to see my weakness.
“We aren’t always so brutal,” He informed me. More like hardly ever. The few times I had seen them feed it had been very violent and torturous. Even being a vampire myself I had to look away at times. Of course that was because our way of feeding was harmless and the humans hardly even noticed, unless it was the kiss of death. But even the kiss of death isn’t painful, just… alarming when you finally discover your dying.
I averted my gaze to the ground and kept it there while I tried to gain my composure. Zach took a few steps away and stood there a moment. I assumed he was giving me some space, which actually helped. I noticed as I looked down that the red from my starvation period was still somewhat there. There were streaks around my calves and feet, and then an almost glove like red on my hands. So I wasn’t entirely cured, yet. It would fade as long as I kept near someone I could feed off of, such as Zach.
With a sigh I finally lifted my head to look at him. “Better?” He asked looking into my eyes.
I nodded.
“Are you sure?” He asked glancing at my hands and legs. “Are you strong enough to get out of here?”
“I’ve had worse,” I informed him. Just moments ago was a good example. “What about you?” I looked over him. He didn’t have any sign of being underfed. I wondered how so little of my blood could accomplish such a feat, and I began to doubt a little because of it. “Wait, how did you get out of your cell?”
He smiled and I nearly went weak to the knees. Something was wrong with me. “Don’t worry about me.” He said. “And as for your other question. I served my sentence here, they were letting me out. When I saw them going for the door to your cell I knew something was wrong. I… um… killed the guards and came in here to save you.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” I said.
“I wasn’t about to let you die after keeping me company for so long,” He said. “Besides, I wanted to see you.” In a second he closed the gap between us and reach out a hand towards my face. He stopped just short of touching my cheek and looked into my eyes for a split second then very gently ran his fingers against my cheek.
My lips parted as if to say something, but there was nothing there to say. His hand moved to my neck and wound around my neck in a way that kept his thumb against my cheek where it continued to caress the skin there. It wasn’t until he was leaning towards me that I realized what he was doing. I tremor when through my body and my eyes filled with panic.
“What if I-”
“Shh,” He whispered to me. “I trust you, and even if you couldn’t… I don’t care.” Suddenly his lips met mine again, this time for an entirely different reason. It wasn’t to save me, it was because he wanted too and from the way it was going he really wanted to.
His arm moved around my waist and pulled me to him, my arms wound around his neck. Never had I been kissed in such a way in all my life. Not that I had much experience but still it was like heaven on my tongue, literally.
It wasn’t until I felt him shudder that I knew I was unconsciously feeding off him, and as I figured this out I really began to feed. I wasn’t kissing him to kiss him. It took more then I thought I had to pull my lips away from him and push him away.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice was shaky and breathless. I put my hand over my lips, closed my eyes and shook my head in guilt. How could I have let myself get out of control… Maybe because I’ve never had to before.
“Sam, it’s alright,” Zach said putting his arms around me. “I put you in a difficult position. You have nothing to apologize for.”

[Wednesday]

(I hate putting really long posts like that.)